Are YOU?!?!?!?

Are You smarter than a 5th grader???? I’m not. Nope. No siree…. Not me! I’d be too embarrassed  to admit it if I hadn’t watched so many others on the show flunk out. Is the concept for that show brilliant or what?!?!? I’d have never imagined how much stuff I could have forgotten since then.  But, 42 years IS an awfully long time ago!

Here’s what I remember from the 5th grade:

My teacher was Mr. Thickey. A rather Drew Carey-ish looking man, and the only male teacher at Mary Fay Pendleton Elementary School on Camp Pendleton in California. Just being in his class made you ‘kinda’ cool because you were one of the few students who didn’t have a little old lady for a teacher.

I remember that our desks faced to the SIDE of the room, instead of the front. A certain coolness to that too.

Every class put on a school play every year, and I went to that school for my entire grade school years. I only remember a few of the plays. Mr. Thickey chose Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I was much too quiet and shy back then to have any kind of speaking part; so I was a forest creature. The SKUNK! Not cool! But I did make an awesomely huge tissue paper skunk tail to wear.

This was the year that I double fractured my left collar bone. Hanging Easter decorations on the wall above my little brother’s bed, (and standing on the bed) he decided to bounce on the bed and my left leg slid down between the bed, hitting my shoulder on the wall. It hurt, but not that bad. Until the next morning! I couldn’t even move enough to get myself out of bed!

I received a lovely figure 8 cast (arms went through the loops and it cris-crossed in the back) that made me look like I was wearing football pads! I was horrified! If you have to wear a cast at least it should be one that you can show off and have people sign! Just my luck. A boy in my class named Mickey had a broken arm at the same time and everyone wanted to sign his cast. And as my luck would have it, class pictures were taken while I was in my cast. Sigh.

Since I couldn’t go out for gym or recess, I’d stay in the classroom and do my work. So, whenever Mr. Thickey needed an errand run during class time, I was the one he sent. So, that was kind of cool. All of a sudden I was ‘teacher’s pet’. I felt So important walking the breezeways to the office (or wherever) past all the rooms full of kids stuck at their desks.  I just KNEW they were lookng back at me and thinking, “Who is that and why isn’t she in class?!?”

The other ‘thing’ I remember most about 5th grade is the huge crush I had on Rocky Hunter. (Seriously, that was his real name!) Of course I was too shy to ever talk to him except if I had to for a class project. To my horror (but secret delight!) we were paired up for the folk dancing demonstration for a school assembly. Folk Dancing was part of gym class. Seemed easy enough. For some reason though there was this one move that I kept messing up. I thought I was doing it right. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong. At practice Rocky was always telling me, ‘You need to do it THIS way.’ I thought I WAS doing it that way! But it was ‘off’ every time. I was dreading assembly day…..

Don’t ask me what I did different on assembly day, but apparently I ‘got it right’. Rocky was so excited that he actually grabbed me and hugged me! “You did it! I knew you could do it!” I thought I was going to faint.

The other thing I remember about 5th grade is my least favorite subject. Actually was my least favorite subject throughout my school years………….. ART! Go figure, eh?!?!?

What do you remember about 5th grade?

Published in: on April 21, 2007 at 2:39 pm  Leave a Comment  

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